“He took you where now?”
“A pseudo sumo wrestling match,” she giggled at the memory. It was one in the morning and she was laying on her bed staring at the ceiling talking to Chyna on the phone.
Diarmid had dropped her off at the door, kissed her breathless and then left her there. When she had asked if he wasn’t staying there for the night he winked and said he was doing the proper first date thing and leaving her at her door.
“He’s as weird as you are,” Chyna laughed.
“I know but it was really funny. Then we went for a walk-through Astoria Park before he brought me home.”
“Did he kiss you goodnight?”
“He kissed me a lot actually,” Lita admitted to her friend. “In Astoria Park it was f*****g cold and he said the best way to stay warm was to keep letting him put his hands all over me
